As I walk down this road
towards my destination unknown,
I pray sometime soon
that place will be shown.
I’ve walked many miles
in these shoes that are not mine,
so I could understand why
you chose to leave me behind.
These shoes are now tattered
and my feet very sore,
and I understand your reason
even less than before.
So the old saying is wrong,
at least for us two,
because I’ve walked more than a mile
down this road in your shoes.
- Author: notapoet ( Offline)
- Published: November 16th, 2016 21:03
- Category: Reflection
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This is great! Keep it up!
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